Tonalité : F minor•
Verse 1
Fm
Nigga
Cm
Bb
Cm
Fm
Eb
Cm
Fm
Cm
Eb
Fm
Eb
you ain't shit
Cm
I woke up
Verse 2
Eb
Fm
Ab
this morning dick rock hard
Fm
Had to piss so bad,
Eb
Cm
that shit made me say God Lord!
Ab
Fm
Ab
Fm
Eb
Dick harder then a armadello
Fm
Eb
So I went in the bathroom and
Cm
drained the little fellow
Eb
Fm
Flush the toilet, washed my hands
Eb
Fm
Eb
Took off my silk shirt,
Cm
(whut else) and ? down my pants
Fm
Eb
I was rolling to meet this bitch in bout an
Baug
Eb
Fm
Eb
hour (what you did)
????? and grabbed and towled and jumped
Cm
my stankin ass in the shower
Fm
And now i'm feelin better,
Eb
at least i'm smellin better
Instead of a combination
Bb
Cm
of pussy and cheddar
Fm
Eb
Fm
I still smelled like last night's fuck
Eb
So washed my lips, fingertips,
Cm
but I can't forget to wipe under the nuts
Fm
Blow my nose, wash my toes,
then my asshole
Eb
Foggin up the mir rors,
Cm
Fm
?? all my fuckin clothes
Ain't that a bitch,
i'm already runnin late
Thinkin I ain't got to do nothin,
Eb
Cm
now I gotta change my outfit
Fm
Stepped to the closet and
scanned the wardrobe
Eb
Seen that silk shirt, Tommy,
Cm
Bb
Cm
Fm
fuck it, i'll wear that Polo though
Girbauds and Polo socks
Eb
Slipped on the Fila's cause it was
Cm
too hot to bust the Timbo high tops
Fm
Eb
I looked in the mirror one
Fm
Eb
last time for kicks
Fm
Eb
Like I really had to check,
Cm
like I ain't know I was the shit
Fm
Everything was in place
Pearly whites,
Eb
Cm
brown complextion, daily braids and daily face
Fm
Mirror, mirror,
wasup, who's the most stuck up
Eb
Cm
??? bitch I just fucked that stankin slut
Fm
Ab
Fm
Thats the thought for the day
Eb
I'm bouts to cut that hoe (why) she
Cm
can't fuck anyways
Fm
Now i'm back on my mission
Eb
But before I hit the fuckin front door,
Bb
Cm
gots to hit the kitchen
Fm
Ab
Fm
Cause all the ? is gettin bigger
Eb
Man, I ain't ate shit (dawg, ain't
you hungry)
Cm
dawg, hungrier than three niggas
Eb
Grits and oatmeal,
Fm
no time to cook though
Eb
Fuck it i'll grab that left- over
Bb
Cm
cold cut combo
Fm
Eb
Fm
And now the stomachs at ease
Eb
Cm
I'm bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring,
the ?, and the keys
Fm
And now i'm ready for the street
Cm
Lookin neat, smellin sweet from
my teeth to my fuckin feet
Fm
Eb
I guees it's part of my
Fm
job (what job nigga)
Eb
Cm
Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth,
sharper then sharp
Fm
So if you catch my in the
club don't say shit
Eb
Sweatin a nigga like Micheal ?? Tyler
Cm
don't pay bitch
Eb
Cause I ain't that nigga that
Fm
Eb
s gonna play with ya
Or stay with ya,
Cm
but i'll damn sure lay with ya
Fm
Eb
Cause i'm that type of nigga to tell
Fm
a bitch that I love em quick
Eb
Better but not beleive it though
Cm
(why) cause I ain't bout shit
Fm
That nigga ain't
Verse 3
shit
Eb
Bb
Cm
That nigga ain't bout
Eb
Fm
Eb
Cm
shit
Fm
Eb
Cm
That nigga ain't shit
Fm
2x
Outro 1
Fm
Eb
Bb
Eb
Cm
Fm
Cm
Fm
Eb
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